I picked up attributes in Weird Tokyo

Especially when the more intimate things were found out, Kitahara Ryosuke wanted to run away from home.

Chapter 69 Nightclub

"Senior Ryosuke, hello, I am Hanako who forgot to bring a pencil case today, thank you for your help, may I treat you to lunch?"

"Hello Kitahara-san, thank you for helping me out today. I really didn't know that the skirt was dirty. If it wasn't for you, I would have been embarrassed today. I entrusted a classmate of class A to deliver your coat to your place. There is also a bento box as a thank you; please believe me, I didn’t mean to flirt with you, so there is no need to return the bento box..."

......

Kitahara Ryosuke covered his forehead, with an unlovable expression on his face, "I thought throwing these letters into the trash can was a little insulting, so I took them home... Big sister, can you stop using that kind of letter?" Look at me like a scumbag?"

At the end of the housework, Mieko, with her long hair coiled up, wearing an apron and gloves, moved out a hard-shell plastic box from an inconspicuous corner.

Since it is used to move, the volume of the box must not be small.

Mieko clicked her tongue and said, "I didn't expect my Ryosuke to be so popular with girls in school."

Kitahara Ryosuke wanted to refute, but in front of the over three hundred cute envelope, any words seemed powerless.

Especially before entering the spirit circle, he had a plan to find a wife in college, and the helpful personality was maintained from the first year of high school to the third year of high school, and he has always maintained a high popularity.

Immediately, he grabbed the box and prepared to destroy the corpse.

"Cuckoo~"

Mieko couldn't help laughing, "Okay, you haven't done anything bad, mom just sighed."

"Besides, the son has to be a bit of a scumbag. The girls now are different from before. They are all astute as hell, and they will not be deceived unless they see them a lot."

Ryosuke Kitahara: "..."

This idea is also quite strange.

Maybe raising a son is not the same as raising a daughter.

Of course, if the scumbag chooses one of the two, he will decisively choose the former.

There is nothing left after licking until the end, but as long as it doesn't hurt anyone, the scumbag is indeed happier.

Before noon, Kitahara Ryosuke called the young lady Mika Taketa.

For some reason, Meijia's tone on the phone was unusually cold.

Asked about his actions at night, Mika Taketa asked him to go directly to Uncle Baichuan.

When asked about the new home, she simply threw over a few phone numbers, in a word, contact her by herself!

After hanging up the phone, Kitahara Ryosuke looked confused and said to himself: "I didn't provoke her much."

Mieko who didn't know when she entered the state of eavesdropping came over and said, "Is there a possibility that the matter between you and the little nurse was discovered?"

Found a ball!

What is it? This is it.

Seeing someone's complexion was unkind, Mieko immediately turned around and continued to clean the glass, her round buttocks twisted and twisted following the movements of her hands, making it seem like someone went up and slapped her hard.

But I have to say that the effect of having a woman in the family is completely different from that of not having a woman.

The former Beiyuan family was considered a rental house for bachelors with an above-average rating.

After Mieko's day-long tidying up, Kitahara Ryosuke had a sense of déjà vu that he had participated in a program similar to that of a dream reformer.

The hanger and shoe rack in the hallway, the smaller but reasonable wardrobe, the study space is separated from the bedroom space, and the bathroom and toilet are no longer sticky and wet.

"Wow, is this still my home?"

"Mom, mom, it doesn't take much effort. We will move out here soon."

Changing back into home clothes, Mieko's mother, whose hair was tied back to the end, sat on her knees by the coffee table, drinking tea quietly and gracefully.

Hearing this, she gave someone a blank look, and said angrily, "Call me mom when I need it, and elder sister when I don't need it, hmph, man."

It was still too early to start action. After returning home, Kitahara Ryosuke, who had been a salt fish all day, walked behind the beautiful young woman and kneaded Mieko's shoulders for her hard work.

"It's really amazing. With you here, I feel that my life is bright!"

Mieko's mother was amused, and she trembled in the corset, "You, you can say some nice things to coax me, I'm already a mother, and I know how much I weigh."

Kitahara Ryosuke really wanted to say no, such things as how much a catty and how much taels are usually only known to men.

Putting down the teacup, Mieko asked the other party to sit down and helped to apply the ointment brought back from the hospital.

"Now that's all I can do for you. Of course, if you need my help, you must tell me."

Kitahara Ryosuke said: "Are you talking about tonight's task? Don't worry, it's not very difficult."

Mieko said, "Since you're not very old, remember to talk to your Meijia sister more often. Most girls are easy to coax. I checked for you. That little girl is a serious face control."

"So with our Ryosuke's face, just say a few words and make her kneel under your jeans in minutes."

Ryosuke Kitahara:? ? ?

He suspects that Mieko is driving, but there is no evidence.

And when did she go to investigate others.

Ryosuke Kitahara remembered that Mieko hated Mika Takeda's small tablet before.

In short, since Mieko's mother joined the Kitahara family, Kitahara Ryosuke's daily life will no longer be boring.

Although the former is sometimes mature and glamorous, and sometimes playful and jumpy, at least he has someone to help share when he is irritable.

Mieko is not human.

It doesn't matter, some people in the haunted quest are more disgusting than weird.

......

After ten o'clock in the evening.

The four members of the White Horse Squad of Jiutian Special Affairs Department met online.

Captain Baima Yingzi has an overview of the overall situation.

Internal staff Mika Takeda has connected.

Ryosuke Kitahara took off his uniform and put on a punk T-shirt and ripped jeans handpicked by Mieko's mother. His hairstyle was also carefully groomed, which looked very cool under the illumination of the lanterns.

And today's protagonist, Bai Chuanxiong, with sunglasses and gold chain, leather jacket and leather pants, has sharpened his cut-off, full of motorcycle style.

Kitahara Ryosuke quietly gave Uncle Baichuan a thumbs up.

Uncle has always given people the feeling of being rough and supplemented by roughness. It is really unexpected that such a super-evolutionary transformation suddenly came.

Bai Chuanxiong entered the dance floor and got into a ball with a group of men and women in their teens and 20s.

Kitahara Ryosuke persisted and persisted, and finally couldn't hold back and said to Mika Takeda online: "Miss Mika, you missed a chance to meet the world if you didn't come tonight. I rely on Uncle Baichuan to be able to breakdance. Then A few young people have already knelt down to the uncle!"

On the other side, in the office specially prepared for the action, Mika Taketa wanted to laugh too.

She couldn't understand the situation at the scene through the phone call, but there was still monitoring.

Uncle Baichuan was so eye-catching, so my sister Meijia naturally noticed it.

But soon, her delicate little face was pulled down again.

The reason is that someone sitting in the corner is constantly attracting bees and butterflies.

Mieko's mother said that with the face of their family Ryosuke, she doesn't have to worry about a girlfriend at all.

The fact is exactly the same, Kitahara Ryosuke just drank the wine mixed with water alone, and one, two, three, four, five, six, seven or eight girls came to strike up a conversation.

Simply have a drink.

Just click for a line account.

The most ruthless one went straight to the point and said that he knew a hotel with a big and soft bed, and invited the handsome guy to try it together.

It took Kitahara Ryosuke a lot of effort to escape from Yingying Yanyan.

If it weren't for the red-clothed female ghost who never took the initiative to attack, he even suspected that among these women was the ghost they wanted to catch today.

Suddenly, Mika Takeda said: "Beiyuan, Beiyuan, pay attention, there is something wrong with Uncle Baichuan!"

Chapter 70 Broken, it's a trap!

Originally, Bai Chuanxiong was having a good time twisting on the dance floor, and after the song ended, he took a rest.

Although he was getting old, he was very skillful with his mouth, and soon became one with that wave of young people.

The so-called situation also happened in the last bar.

That's right, through intelligence and analysis, Baima Yingzi locked three stores, and Kitahara Ryosuke and Bai Chuanxiong came in one by one to test according to the set order until they caught the creepy one.

Bai Chuanxiong stood up from the booth sofa, took a glass of red wine and went straight to the bar.

He saw a young man accosting someone.

The latter is female, very young, not like a married woman, but she has a very attractive demeanor, chatting and laughing with the young people who strike up a conversation.

Ordinary people should not be able to see the body of the female ghost in red.

But last time she had evolved.

The image of the lost scumbag and the woman in red chatting happily was clearly seen on the nightclub surveillance.

In order to prevent being discovered, Bai Chuanxiong took off the earphones and the communication equipment specially provided by the Special Affairs Department in advance.

The girl in red is determined not to make a fuss in the nightclub.

They are the Ministry of Special Affairs, not the Ministry of Public Security, but they are also obliged to protect the safety of the people.

"boom"!

With a very handsome shoulder bump, Bai Chuanxiong easily knocked away the laughing young man.

"Hi beauty, may I have a glass of wine?"

The short-haired beauty on the opposite side was taken aback when she saw this, but she was just playing around in a nightclub, and being scrambled by men didn't just prove that she was outstanding?

The young man who came earlier resolutely quit. After getting up from the ground, he immediately grabbed Bai Chuanxiong by the collar, squinted and said, "Uncle, do you know that you are too much?"

He tried his best to lift it up, but he didn't see any movement from Bai Chuanxiong after lifting it for a long time.

Instead, it was Bai Chuanxiong who waved his hands, and the youth immediately staggered again.

Thumbs out, flip down, standard taunting action.

Not far away, there was a wave of booing sound.

After finally striking up a conversation with a beautiful woman, the young man is unwilling to let it go.

It's a pity that Bai Chuanxiong's arms are thicker than his thighs, and his personal aura is not comparable to that of ordinary people like him.

With no other choice, the young man put down his harsh words and left the nightclub in despair.

The uproar is over.

Because more powerful music is coming.

Bai Chuanxiong took advantage of the opportunity to have a glass of wine with the short-haired beauty.

But when he was about to go further, he was slapped.

His words were a bit more explicit, one word more than when Beiyuan Liangsuke was accosted, so he was not wronged by a slap.

The beauty was so angry that she almost didn't call the security guards. She was also afraid of Bai Chuanxiong's size, so she chose to let it go.

Since the other party did not agree to open the room, it meant that it had nothing to do with the girl in red.

However, just as Bai Chuanxiong was about to go back and continue to observe, someone patted his shoulder silently.

Although he sealed his spiritual power, the sense of danger cultivated by Uncle Baichuan's years of fighting is still there.

Someone approached, but he didn't feel it at all!

At the same time, the surrounding atmosphere was faintly pink.

"Hello, uncle, is there anyone sitting here?"

Bai Chuanxiong turned around and couldn't help being surprised.

At this time, standing behind him was not a woman in red, nor a beautiful young woman, or an urban white-collar worker, but a girl who looked no more than 14 or 5 years old.